When it comes to the book vs. the movie, typically literature trumps the cinema, wouldn't you agree? But what about the musical vs. the movie?
When I saw that they derived a Broadway musical out of The Wedding Singer, I got excited. And I got even more excited when it came to Charlotte last week.
However, when I saw they made a musical out of Legally Blonde, I got really confused. How were they able to originate a musical based off of that plot? What are they going to sing about? "I'm going to get my nails done, and (cue the high note) my hair did too!" Or is it like the "'Cause I'm a Blonde" song and dance from the awfully bizarre Damon Wayans and Jim Carrey flick Earth Girls Are Easy? Find out for yourself because Legally Blonde is coming to Ovens Auditorium April 21-26.
Meanwhile, in the case of The Wedding Singer, the movie wins. The musical was still good. It incorporated most of the movie's funny quotes and even came up with some of its own. It just could have taken the cheese factor down a notch.
Granted, Adam Sandler's shoes are ginormous ones to fill. Not that it's a bad thing, but for some reason I thought the principal actor had more of a Jack Johnson thing going on. My favorite scene was the duet with the little old lady and George (as in a fake Boy George). And they managed to make the scene with the song "Grow Old With You" funnier with a Tina Turner impersonator who worked it like a bobble head.
Being in Belk Theater made me feel like I was in somewhere between an international theater house and a giant disco ball. The rounded balconies paired with the illuminated ceiling made for a cool ambiance.
Shameless self pluG ... I have a face for radio. On Thursday evenings, I will be joining CJ from 96.1 The Beat on his show for "Brittney's weekend checklist."
As for my weekend, I trekked to a resort in West Virginia to meet my sister from another mother to ski in a sudden snow storm. On the way home, I got lost in the boondocks where they don't even put cell phone towers, and then accidentally wandered into a highly secured naval base in the middle of nowhere. I ended up in a general store on a farm full of shit and sheep where I was greeted by a stuffed black bear holding a stenciled sign that read: "Black bear killin' by Joe in 1983." Reason: killing sheep. For a second there, I thought I was about to become a scene from The Hills Have Eyes 3.